Stockroom — part ii

Chapter Two Michael refrains from grabbing my hand, but we both exit the bag room at a run. Clocking out and retrieving our belongings from the office quickly, we bolt out the employee exit side[…]

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Neighbor

Fbailey story number 484 Neighbor I live outside of a small urban village on a dead end road. I own the last two houses on that road and rent one out. The lady that rents[…]

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Our first time

It all started with a click, one single click, and it lead to the most amazing friendship and relationship anyone could ever ask for. This is my story: All throughout the years of his life,[…]

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Cafe l'amour

Cafe L'Amour. What a stupid name for a coffee shop in the middle of Bumfuck Egypt. Ok, more like Northern Montana, but close enough. Either way, some fancy sounding French cafe had no place there,[…]

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